vatheon | Monthly Mingle Log + Marks

Though things are certainly a bit busy, Station Master has decided to go ahead with the welcoming party for the new arrivals. Partially because he had decided to take this task upon himself and he certainly wasn't going to slack, and partially because making things appear as normal was as good a cover as they had right now.

However with how much has been going on, this party is not quite as extravagant as previous ones have been. The location is near to the elevator, on the beach. A large banner hung between two trees proclaims a cheerful 'Welcome to Vatheon'. The long food tables that normally take up most of the space are missing. There simply hadn't been the capability of whipping up the sort of food they normally served. What is there however is a lot of fruit. Fresh apples and pears. Bananas. A few bowls of strawberries and pièce de résistance several large and perfectly ripe water melons. One or two have already been split, the water melons pieces set out on small plates on one big table ready for any to take. Drinks are available too. Fresh water and fruit juices. The weather might not be entirely the best for this kinda thing (though occasionally the sun seems to peek out from between the clouds!) but at least it isn't raining.

But that is not all.

In the cover of the storage building turned bubble reparation headquarters sits C. She has been contacting the people who signed up for catching the fish, asking them to start bringing them to her today so she can start working on the marks. Similarly the people who have signed up for early mark change have been invited too to drop by today or in the next few days so the first step in making sure the coral is returned to proper working conditions can be taken.

[ooc: This month the monthly mingling log is combined with the log for the fish catching + early mark changing. Also, if your character is new but you want them to learn what is going on, please leave a small ooc note on your comment and we'll send a NPC your way. The mingling log part of this post is only on the first, in the afternoon. The fish catching and mark changing parts will serve as a collective point for threads of this nature for this whole week.]

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[For once, Lloyd isn't wearing his trademark red jacket. He's in his blue tunic that Zelda gave him, and he's distinctly soaking wet. Looks like someone's been chasing fish, though that's not what he's here for right now.]

Hey. So, uh, the Station Master said you needed some people to let you change their marks first.

Hey, kid!

[C looks up from her notes, motioning for him to come over.]

That's right. The sooner the better. Come over and sit down, it might make you a little dizzy.

[There's a hint of hesitance in Lloyd's movements, but not enough to slow him much as he moves to sit down on an upturned crate. He holds out his right hand before she asks, the mark visible on the back.]

Will it do anything else?

Nausea? Some people have gotten a little nauseous. You'll want to visit the coral, too, but it should just put you back to how you were when you first arrived in the city.

[Though she takes his hand, she waits for the go-ahead to start since he seems unsure.]

[Nausea and dizziness, huh? That didn't sound that bad. Sure, he didn't want to feel sick, but if that was the worst of it, he could deal with it. He nods at C, indicating she can start.]

Thanks for the warning. I'll make sure to do that.

[He cracks a smile.]

Maybe I'll even catch a fish while I'm there.

I can always use more of these little guys. Just try to bring them in alive.

[Now that he's given the go-ahead she holds on with her other hand too. The mark lights up, and Lloyd would feel a very peculiar sensation, almost like something is flowing through his veins backward. That's the part that tends to make people nauseous.]

[Lloyd cringes and fights the urge to pull his hand away, his skin crawling with the feeling that tries to seep through him.]

What... what is it you're going to do with them anyway? I think I missed that part.

[With everything now active, C reaches for a sterile needle. She has no idea what Lloyd's reaction to something sharp coming for his hand is likely to be.]

[Lloyd's never been a big fan of needles. He eyes it with a wary twist of anxiety in his gut, but still tries to hold a steady front for C.]

Wh-what are you going to do with that?

Just give myself a little guideline. You okay, there?

[He looks somewhat pale. She'll just try to work quickly, then. Provided he doesn't pull away, she pricks him at a few spots on his marking, just barely enough to draw blood.]

Y-yeah. I'm fine.

[Just a few tiny winces when the needle pricks his skin. Really, he's been through worse before. It's just different when you know it's coming. His fist tightens as he tries not to react besides that.]

Don't worry, you can keep going.

All right.

[Grasping him with both hands again she focuses, synchronizing the flow of his energy with the coral. It would feel immensely relieving to have everything going back in the right direction again. When she's finished, there wouldn't really be any side effects outside of a burning desire to touch the coral.]

So how is that?

[Lloyd couldn't have described the feelings even if he tried, but he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, tension easing between his shoulder blades. Of course, with that relief came something almost like a twitch, an urge to move, to go someplace. For some reason, his mind immediately thought of the coral.]

I... Better. Yeah, I definitely feel better, but... You said I'd want to visit the coral, right? Should I do that?

I think it would be for the best. You might get coral sickness if you don't. People have been wearing those tunics and holding something heavy to get down to the level of the coral. I wish I could offer more help, but the Station Master is trying to keep the natives from going down there - and for now, they still think I'm part of that group.

Something heavy, huh? Thanks for the tip.

[He smiles and stands up, rubbing the back of his hand, trying to get rid of the lingering feeling of something spreading through it.]

Don't worry, I'll figure something out. Good luck with your end of all this.

[He gives her a nod that's a mixture of thanks and farewell, then turns to walk away.]

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